Tobirama Senju had a feeling his curiosity would get a better of him one day and end up with him being in trouble. And sure enough he was in a troublesome situation. Well, where he was exactly he was uncertain but he had a feeling that wherever he was, it wasn't going to be particularly good.

He was still in his battle armour, his sword lying on the ground a little farther from where he was leaning on all his fours almost out of chakra(which was not at all a good thing). He had a pounding in his head. Looking around he tried to see where he was, but to no avail. The room was too dark, so he waited for his eyes to adjust. Although he didn't need his eyes to tell that he wasn't alone in the room, being a sensor and all. He immediately tensed but relaxed almost as quickly when he recognized who it was. Hashirama. How did he end up teleporting hashirama as well? He was fairly certain that the reason why he was here suddenly and not on the battlefield anymore was because of the new jusu he was trying.

He strained his eyes to look in his brother's direction. Hashirama was on the floor propping himself up on one elbow while the other hand was on his forehead. Tobirama got up as quickly as he could and regretted almost immediately when a wave of nausea hit him. He guessed he must have hit his head pretty hard when he fell. But that was least of his worries as of now. He was a shinobi and was trained to endure worse. Keeping his hands on the nearby wall for support, he made his way towards his brother. Hashirama was sitting up and craddling his head in his arms when he reached at his side. He looked up at Tobirama with dazed expression. "What is going on? Where are we? And how did we even...?" He groaned and put a hand on his head again. Tobirama knelt down beside him. "Anija, I dont know. I remember activating the hiraishin seal and the next thing i know is I'm lying face down on the ground. The jutsu must have gone wrong somehow teleporting us here." He said calmly, though he was feeling anything but calm on the inside.

"I see." Hashirama sighed. "Have you ever tested that jutsu before?" He asked looking at Tobirama.

"No. This is the first time. I hadn't had the time to test it back at home. I was fighting Izuna when i activated the seal".

Hashirama was panicking a little now. They needed to be there with their clan. Tobirama knew that they disappeared in the middle of a battle and there was no one to lead their clan against the Uchihas. He hoped that Touka will just ask them to retreat for today and go to the safety of the Senju compound until he Hashirama find a way to get back to them.

That's when he heard a groan coming from farther away but from the same room as they were. Both of them jumped to their feet and took a fighting stance. Tobirama was trying to think of possible escape routes. He didn't know this place. It was possible that hiraishin had not worked the way it should have and ended up transporting them in the middle of an enemy encampment. It would be an understatement to say that he was internally screaming at himself for his callousness. Getting stuck among dozens of enemies with his last remaining brother didn't sound like his idea of fun. Quite the opposite ofcourse.

It took literally 2 seconds to recognize Uchiha Madara's chakra signature. Its hard to miss. Tobirama mentally slapped himself across his face. Not only had he got his brother and himself teleported to God Knows Where but he somehow also managed to bring his enemy along for the ride.

What a fortunate man I am.

"Madara" Hashirama whispered as if he was scared that raising his voice even slightly would get him killed. Although tobirama doubted that he could be killed so easily. Theres a reason he was referred to as Shinobi no Kami. His eyes had adjusted enough so he could see Madara was bleeding from his legs. Madara reached down to tuck at the long piece of metal jutting out of his left thigh. He pulled at it groaning as it came out, which caused the wound to bleed even more profusely. Tobirama guessed he probably fell on an unlucky piece of a metal rod while landing, which was more amusing than it should be.

"Madara you're bleeding!" Hashirama cried out, concern obviously flooding in his voice. Tobirama frowned.

"Yes Hashirama I can see that, and considering that its my body thats hurt I'll surely know that I am bleeding." Madara replied solemnly.

Tobirama didn't like him one bit but he could appreciate that he kept his dry humour even when injured.

"Aniki! Are you alright?" someone shouted as they ran towards Madara.

Tobirama almost wanted to stab himself with his own sword. Great! Two of my enemies! I sure am a lucky man!

He watched Izuna throwing one of Madara's arms across his shoulder and held on to him to give him some support while keeping him from falling down.

"We need to stop the bleeding Madara, quickly!" Hashirama stated very matter of factly.

"Yeah no kidding we know that!" Izuna frowned at Hashirama. Well he obviously doesn't trust the Senjus, not even Hashirama, that much was very clear.

Tobirama watched as Izuna tried to look around the dark room with his sharingan activated, and his eyes fell upon Tobirama's. Naturally Tobirama diverted his gaze and focused his own eyes somewhere above Izuna's shoulder instead.

"Izuna" he addressed him in his coldest tone.

Izuna didn't flinch or move from his position. Just kept staring at his enemy. "I have a feeling it is somehow your fault that we are here and not with our respective clans on the battlefield." He said with utmost certainty, accusation dripping from his tone.

Tobirama winced internally, because he knew it kind of was.

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